sinister

The darkness

It was an incredibly dark evening. The parents had been complaining all day about anything they could think to make a problem. Sometimes the staff felt like they were in a social experiment because of the random pointless things that the parents found to complain about.

They really pushed staff to their limits. On this day things just kept building up and building up for the killer. They reached a breaking point and they only had one relief for this upset, and it was going to be fatal.

The killer had their eyes peeled on their newest victim. As soon as they left the nursery, they followed. They made sure to be just far away enough that they wouldn't see them slowly approaching. The killer didn't know how they were going to claim their next victim but they knew it had to happen.

As they were approaching the front door belonging to the newest victim, the killer found exactly what they needed. A palm sized, heavy rock. They watched as their victim put their keys in the front door and pushed it open.

That's when the killer approached. They didn't see them coming, it was dark. They were alone together in complete darkness. The killer reached their hand and covered Jodie's mouth so she couldn't scream.

The killer closed Jodie's front door with their foot and began the attack. Smashing the rock into the back of Jodie's head. Repeatedly. Aggressively. They almost went into a trance and forgot how many times they'd made contact with the back of Jodie's head.

They dropped Jodie to the floor and quickly left her house. They didn't have to worry about the blood on their clothing because the street was in complete darkness. The killer was wearing a jumper that day so they removed it and carried it under their arm.

Nobody saw the attack happen, nobody would even notice Jodie's sudden silence. She was left in the doorway of her own home to die.

The killer lurks, rock in hand
A life will end, on their command
A heart so dark, a jagged stone
A soul will die, cold, alone

An echo rings, a hollow sound
Dreams are crushed, they hit the ground
The killer stands, with bloodied hands
Their victory’s hollow, no one understands

Authors note - Poem credits to DyingStars123